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To say that Senator Whitredge was startled and uncomfortable would be to
put his case mildly. He had never before seen Mr. Vane in this mood.
“Ha-ha!” he laughed; “the years are coming over us a little, aren't
they? But I guess it isn't quite time for the youngsters to step in
yet.”
“No, Whitredge,” said Mr. Vane, slowly, without taking his eye from
the senator's, “and it won't be until this convention is over. Do you
understand?”
“That's the first good news I've heard this morning,” said the senator,
with the uneasy feeling that, in some miraculous way, the Honourable
Hilary had read the superseding orders from highest authority through
his pocket.
“You may take it as good news or bad news, as you please, but it's a
fact. And now I want 'YOU' to tell Ridout that I wish to see him again,
and to bring in Doby, who is to be chairman of the convention.”
“Certainly,” assented the senator, with alacrity, as he started for
the door. Then he turned. “I'm glad to see you're all right, Vane,” he
added; “I'd heard that you were a little under the weather--a bilious
attack on account of the heat--that's all I meant.” He did not wait for
an answer, nor would he have got one. And he found Mr. Ridout in the
hall.
“Well?” said the lawyer, expectantly, and looking with some curiosity at
the senator's face.
“Well,” said Mr. Whitredge, with marked impatience, “he wants to see you
right away.”
All day long Hilary Vane held conference in Number Seven, and at
six o'clock sent a request that the Honourable Adam visit him. The
Honourable Adam would not come; and the fact leaked out--through the
Honourable Adam.
“He's mad clean through,” reported the Honourable Elisha Jane, to whose
tact and diplomacy the mission had been confided. “He said he would
teach Flint a lesson. He'd show him he couldn't throw away a man as
useful and efficient as he'd been, like a sucked orange.”
“Humph! A sucked orange. That's what he said, is it? A sucked orange,”
Hilary repeated.
“That's what he said,” declared Mr. Jane, and remembered afterwards how
Hilary had been struck by the simile.
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